Finding Felicity was easy. She was at the head of a long cafeteria table, and she had spread out a slick, glossy-looking tablecloth and put out linen napkins and several pieces of silverware. Strangely, she was alone.
Felix sat opposite her and glanced around the cafeteria. "Where is the rest of the, what was it? Hospitality club?" he asked.
Felicity looked cross. "You're late," she said. "And there are no other members."
"Oh," Felix replied. He'd never heard of a one-member club before.
Felicity went on. "Miss Nib is very selective about who joins, you know."
Felix, of course, didn't know. He didn't even know who Miss Nib was.
"And you're dressed like a poor person," Felicity remarked.
Felix felt his face flush. "What?"
Felicity's face was stony. "That was a joke."
"Oh," mumbled Felix, thinking it hadn't sounded like a joke at all.
I am intrigued as to what is going on...
ReplyDeleteexcellent conversation Michael. It is varied and gives the characters a quirkyness that feels unique.
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